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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OnCider" data-source="post: 1183610" data-attributes="member: 5612">Corwyn Darkmantle had almost given up.He was down to his last pennies and had made no progress at all in finding out anything about the mysterious Cane. The seething rage that had propelled him to Endhome in search of his former mentor’s past had subsided into a feeling of inadequacy bordering on resignation.Drasek Cane, though, was his only lead.  Many of Cane’s stories of his past had seemed to centre on Endhome, and so the port city was Corwyn’s first destination in his attempt to discover the truth behind his murder and that of his parents.Try as he might, Corwyn could not help but dwell on the image of his parent’s murder. He tortured himself with the thoughts of the last moments of his parent’s lives. How his father, Ethone, was bound and forced to witness the violation and slow death of his wife. The haunted expression that fixed his father’s features even in death was even more horrific to Corwyn than any of the butchery that had caused it.When Cane’s body was discovered the same night and it was confirmed that the same cruel knife cuts were the cause of his demise, Corwyn was deprived of the only people he had ever looked up to.Corwyn wrenched his mind away and took a long draft of his ale before calling the innkeeper for a refill.Pugh, the innkeeper of the Merry Minstrel, had so far tolerated Corwyn’s grim demeanour because his money was good, but he had a feeling that the continual presence of one so obviously dark was driving away his regular customers. It was bad enough having to placate them after the “festivities” of the previous evening, damn wizards, without losing even more custom. He filled the tankard with his cheapest ale while nodded a greeting to another stranger entering the bar. Pugh recognised her as having called a couple of days previously asking after Darkmantle and so he indicated Corwyn’s presence with another nod.Her entrance had not gone unnoticed by Corwyn. This was the tracker he’d arranged to meet.  After the name of Drasek Cane had drawn nothing but blanks, Corwyn had decided in desperation to try to get some help in his endeavours.  He had nailed a poster in the marketplace seeking a tracker. The fact that he could offer little in the way of recompense meant that there had been no takers.  Until this one. But then the doubts resurfaced. How could he convince this woman to help him? How could she help him? Settlestone was a month’s travel away and any signs of the murder would have long since disappeared.“Corwyn Darkmantle?”Corwyn looked up into a face that immediately gave him hope. In that face he recognised a look of desperation that he'd only previously seen in a mirror.“I’m Kat Cavelle, I heard you were in need of a tracker”.</blockquote>

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